Master/Dave, Master/Slave.

On the bus last night i met an older man, HUGE grey beard pretty big dude. He asked me what my shirt said, I took my headphones out and answered him "Millennium Travesty" he gave me a funny look then decided to tell me about an old punk band from here in Sonoma County called Tattooed Vegetables and how him and his brother went to True Value Hardware and their T.V. logo reminded him of the band, i said "cool do you like to read crazy shit?". Again another funny look, I reached into my bag and grabbed my acid trip book and gave him my only printed copy and told him that it was about my first experience with acid, he got an interested look on his face and thumbed through it. I told him i got some interesting feed back from it, he thumbed trough it again looking for my name/ email address, it wasn't in there , so I pulled one of my 9/11 was an inside job stickers out of my bag and wrote my info on the back and handed it to him, he flipped it over and told me he never really thought of it that way, i told him to go to the link that i put on there, there are lots of free documentaries on the website i told him. He told me he'd check it out, then proceeded to tell me that he has had a depression problem and that he remembered that day (9/11) very clear, it was his first day of being happy in a long time and he had gone home to watch some t.v., he turned it on as saw videos of the attack, his first thought was "damn those are great special effects!", we both started to laugh, then i went on to tell him, I too have a depression problem but i don't really think of it as a problem and that i thought depression makes things more interesting, again another funny look, he told me his stop was next, he pressed the stop request button and hold me that he'd read my book and write me, then he told me he could introduce me to a whole new ___BLANK___, i cant remember the word he used, then he said "see my shirt?" i replied "master Dave?", he said yes "master Dave, Master/Slave" then he said "nice to meet you Zec. The whole goodbye situation was kind of sketched me out because earlier in the ride he had told me that i have a nice beard. I still cant remember the word he used but i think it may have been society implying that he could introduce me to the Master/Slave Society.